The Perfect Coffee Shop

For me nothing breaks up the day like a large latte in a chilled coffee shop, a day enclosed within the 4 walls. I know I could be cleaning or doing something productive at home but honestly, I’m not the sort of person who gets pleasure from that! I know it’s not for everyone and according to all the money saving professionals I could be saving £££’s by constructing my own caffeinated beverage and during times of maternity pay those £££’s matter but at what cost? My sanity trumps cash any day of the week!

So every afternoon me and Arlo (and sometimes the boyfriend) get ourselves ready and make that trek up the town. All the cars parked on the pavement stopping me getting the pram past give me thoughts of having a stiffer drink (sorry, it’s a personal gripe!) but a baby in a bar that doesn’t serve food is generally frowned upon so coffee it is!

Over the course of (too?) many years I’ve refined my list of preferences. Here goes ….

– It must be independent. Although it’s not always possible to apply this to everything in life, I do it where I can and with sit down beverage drinking it’s mostly possible.

– The staff need to be nice. It’s always good to be treated to a friendly face and have the staff fing out your name and know your regular order. On a side note – ideally it’s good to eventually become Facebook friends with some of the staff and even better to become drinking buddies but I know that’s a rarity!

– The coffee has to be good. I’m a latte girl. Boring I know but hey, such is life. I throw in the odd americano but only if I’m feeling brave …… Everyone who works there needs to make a decent cup – coffee roulette ain’t my game!

– There’s gotta be some comfy seats. You might not always get one but it’s nice when you do.

– It needs that special something. Whether it’s mismatched furniture, cool pictures on the wall or innovative décor. These are my things but each to their own!

– And my newest addition to the wish list is baby and pram friendly!

I’m lucky enough to have 2 of these in my small town so if you’re ever in Lurgan, Northern Ireland, 54.4635N 6.33346W (though I can’t imagine why!) you should definitely check out Love Coffee and Icons Coffee House Tell them I sent ya!

Peace and love.

The Unwritten Rule Book

(Apologies in advance – I found an old poetry book and felt the need!)

 

That ‘great’ unwritten rule book

The one that dictates what we do

Who we are

What we wear

Depending on the decade of life

We are stumbling through

The one that stops us from embracing

The moment

And makes us think too much about

A future which may never come

The one that hinders so many people

From living their own life

And being the best they can be

All because they follow the rules

The expectations

Of how they ‘should be’

 

 

Those rule followers

Who look down on those of us

Who have chosen to ignore the constraints

Who dress, do and feel

How we want

Not how society expects

Or thinks we should

The girl who drinks alone in the bar

The people who get tattoos with meaning

The people who embrace their true selves

And don’t blindly follow trends

Those of us who have managed

To live as the free thinking minority

Despite the pressure surrounding us.

 

 

 

 

Hi, I’m Kathy and I’m addicted to my phone ……..

I hate to admit it but it’s true. It does my head in (Northern Irish speak – annoys me) when my boyfriend spends 10 mins sharing pictures of our lunch so I bitch and complain but spend half of our cafe time mindlessly scrolling through facebook at things I don’t even care about. It pisses me off when I’m with friends and they’re paying more attention to the ‘online person’ than the actual ‘physical person’ sitting there in front of them and again, I do the same thing to other people. The local bar looses part of it’s charm when half the table are neck deep in their portable online world.

My idealistic self would love to go back to the days of the basic dumb phone (not the house phone – I never answer that cos well, I don’t know who’s at the other end and screw that!) The days when I contactable but not always ‘on call’ when you didn’t see emails until you got home and random beeps weren’t plaguing your entire day. Those damn things knock the mindful right outta ya! But honestly, I’m a bit far gone for that now plus I do love the always in your bag camera thing 🙂

So how can I sort this? Am I ready to give up my breakfast game of BubbleWitch or my Instagram snapshots? Nah 🙂 But maybe I could turn off the notifications, have designated phone checking time and make sure the person I’m speaking to is my main focus. It’s not much but it’s something I suppose. I’m not gonna lie, it’s gonna be tough (I sound so dramatic …..) but something’s gotta be done before I short circuit and explode to the tune of my ringtone ……

Peace and Love

Gym – Day 2

So yep, I joined a gym! I’ve been meaning to for years but my excuses list was ridicules.

– I had no time – now I do (maternity leave)

– I can’t afford it – no travel costs for a bit

– Big muscle bound men would intimidate me – a ladies only gym opened 5 minutes down the road

So no more excuses!!

I used to go, maybe 17 years ago and, in my memory, I liked it but still, it’s scary. I’ve always considered exercise to be a pretty good anti-depressant and more time means more opportunity for irrational thinking so something had to be done. I need to add that I have a very supportive boyfriend and a very chilled baby – not everyone is this lucky. I count my first visit as a write off cos scared shitless but the 2nd, I think this might work.

Will I ever be a gym bunny? Nah, more like the scary bunny from Donnie Darko but hey, at least I’m trying 🙂 Baby steps!

Peace and Love

Hi :)

Well, I suppose I should introduce myself! I’m Kathy and, at the time of writing this I’m 40 years old. I’ve just had a baby boy, Arlo. I promise this won’t be a mum blog though I’m sure it’ll be mentioned.

So thats the outside stuff – what about the rest? That’s a tough one 🙂 A music loving 90’s grunge throwback would be a good place to start and I still have the 25 year old DM’S to prove it although I think they only have one more winter left in them – they don’t make em like they used to! I’m a reader, and (over?) thinker and a mental health warrior. Pretty sure all these things into my future posts plus whatever else pops into my head!

I don’t know if anyone will ever read this or any of my future posts but hopefully someone will. If not, at least they’ll clear a wee space in my head!

Peace and Love